Name: QUAID BRYANT
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Build: Lean
Ethnicity: Northern European
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Intelligence: Average
Libido: Average
Aliases: Q-bert, Never-Laid Quaid, Archdemon
Rain smirked to herself. It hadn't been too hard to track down her paramour from last night. Right this second he was walking down the hallway, from one college class to another. She fell into step beside him.
"Quaid, fiend, claimant of shadows but walker in naught but dimmed light." She smiled to him. He looked to her, in return, and paled.
"...you." He said, his stomach already clinching.
"It is I," She nodded, grinning wickedly, "a memory of past nocturnal pursuits gone astray by whim."
He paused. Rain took half a second to add "Standard English" to her spoken languages.
"Payback's a bitch, Quaid." She said; there was less artistry to the words, but she couldn't deny they were fulfilling to speak. "I've got another day to myself, and I plan to make it a living hell for you." She smiled, sweetly, and gave him a short kiss on the lips--she had to stand on tiptoes to do it, but it distracted him for a second. "You're going to come to my place in an hour." Rain said. "You don't want to know what happens if you don't." She slipped a piece of paper into his shirt pocket--to the outside viewer, it was a simple flirtatious gesture.
"I'll be waiting." She said, stepping away.